A cruise around campus and what do I see,

a lone cycle there, strapped to a tree.


Scores of bicycles aligning dorm walls,

locked with no riders, nobody in halls.


Through the narrows of Baxter see bikes here and there,

no riders to be found, not anywhere.


Like some storm hit this place and the people all fled,

no time to pack up, no time to make bed.


The promise of some return is lost in the mix,

me I would like, a bicycle like this!


So, here is to the riders, may they return with glee,

A warm welcome to fall, from this ghost town townie.



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